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I know that it would be more romantic if I were to say that I dreamed of flying ever since I was five years old, but the truth is, having grown up on a poor hill farm and graduated from a small high school with a certificate that states that I finished in "the middle third of a class of 14", I did not have a clue as to what I wanted to do.
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I will leave out some of the dull stuff and jump to March 1, 1944. I entered the service through the voluntary draft and was assigned to the Air Force. On March 1, 1944, I arrived at Lowery Field at Denver and was told that I would be trained as an ordnance mechanic. The first phase would be learning to repair, rebuild and install 50 caliber machine guns in B-17's and B-24's. This lasted about two weeks when we were told that we would be switching to the new C.F.C. system for B-29s (what the hell was a B-29 ?). Finally they showed us a picture of one -- a beautiful plane.
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had
my first ever airplane ride in a B-17 with about 12 others who had never
flown before. WOW -- fantastic! July 28, 1944 we received a "delay in
route" orders to report to Walker Field at Hays, Kansas on August 20th
for assignment. There I would meet the crew that I would fly with. At this point, I had never seen, much less flown, in a B-29. That changed that afternoon when we walked out for a first took. Fantastic. Then came the shocker. I had been trained and understood that the C.F.C gunner flew in the top ring turret, but I was told that they already had a ring gunner so I would fly right waist position. After training at Walker, we were assigned to Lincoln, Nebraska an then to Kearney where we would be assigned an airplane and would move to Saipan. We were eventually assigned Z square 52 that we named The Ancient Mariner and on December 1, 1944 we headed for Saipan where we fly 6 missions on Z-52. Then for some unknown reason Z-52 was assigned to another crew and we would fly several different planes. On May 15 we were given a new plane and flew our last eight missions on Z-58. |

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(L to R): Ray Clinkscales - Pilot ( Belmont, NC),
Tom Benwell - Co-Pilot (deceased), Bob Spicer - Navigator (Lake Placid,
FL), Ed Struble - Bombardier (deceased), Jim Wride - Flight Engr (Bartlesville,
OK) Bob Kain - Radar (deceased). KNEELING (L to R): Francis Sobek - Radio (deceased), Dick Wing - Gunner (Sparks, NV), Don Chambers - Gunner (unknown), Jim Reifenschneider- CFC Gunner (New Philadelphia, OH), Elmo Glockner - Tail Gunner (deceased). |
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I will back up a little and relate some of our more memorable missions. On Feb 19, 1945 we
had just dropped our bombs when we encountered a large force of enemy
fighters, one of which plowed into the middle of us just off of our right
wing. Avery good friend of mine was the C.F.C. gunner on that plane. He
was never found. (Perhaps more on that at another time.) Colorado Springs Reunion 1994 I would
have no contact with any old crew members until the 73rd Bomb Wing Reunion
in Colorado Springs in 1994. There I was reunited with our Airplane commander,
flight engineer, navigator and ring gunner for the first time in 49 years.
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Jim
Wagoner and Jim Reifenschneider be put on permanent display at Dobbins Reserve Air Force Base in Marietta, Georgia. All who had flown
on Z-58 and could be located were invited to attend the dedication. My
son and daughter -in-law live in Snellville GA, just east of Atlanta so
we stayed with them and invited them to the dedication. After seeing the
dedication and the reactions of all of us who were there, Sallyann decided
to create a web page dedicated to my B-29 experiences.
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You can reach Jim Reifenschneider by clicking here
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April
1999 - How
the Revisionist Grinches Stole the 50th Anniversary of the End of World
War II May
1999 - The
tale of our 16th mission . . . July 1999 - Col. Patrick J. Ryan - The REAL Bombardier by Fred Byars We did not have a columnist in August. September
1999 - The Take Off in a Loaded B-29 by
Earl L. Johnson, Maj. Gen. (Retired) November 1999 - Ford Speaks Out December
1999 - Memories of Genie, Tinian 1945 by Nate
Hicks
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